Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
X-101,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.